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My Name is Oskar Tex Hosken and I'm four years old. Daddy built my website for me and Mummy helps me write my journal. I have a little sister, Jasmine, who also has a website.

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oskar at neuronwave dot com


 
Monday, February 28, 2005
I've been missing Daddy such a lot lately. I hate it when he leaves to go anywhere. Each time he leaves I cry and say, 'But, I'll miss you!' 'Daddy I miss you when you go gym.' I really wanted to be with him on Friday. I had a bad morning and felt grumpy and miserable. I insisted that Mummy ring him for me and when I heard Daddy answer the phone I said, 'Daddy, I really, really want you to come home', and then, 'Daddy, I really, really need you to come home.' Jazzie wanted to speak to him too, so I gave her the phone and she said, 'Daddy, home'. But he was at work so we had to wait until mid-afternoon before he came home!

I'm also missing Mum and Dad when I go to bed. I feel lonely and sad, so I keep getting up to make sure they're still there. A few nights recently they've gone out and left me and Jazzie home with family. I don't like it when they go out. Last night I cried so much and insisted that I sleep in Daddy's bed. I fell asleep cuddling Daddy's teddy and was happy when I woke up at 5.50am to find Mummy next to me. Shame she was grumpy.


Tuesday, February 15, 2005
I used to love going shopping with Mum. I can't imagine why, because it's not much fun anymore. Jazzie gets to sit on the seat and I have to stand in the trolley bit or else walk. I suggest things to Mum that we could buy, like a bag of chocolate frogs, or two milky-way bars. She hardly ever lets me put them in the trolley, though. Usually I'm bored brainless by the time we've finished the first aisle, so I then try to create a bit of fun. I climb in and out of the trolley, I stand in the way so Mum can't wheel it properly, and I run around touching all the packets and boxes. Plus I do a bit of yelling.

At our last visit I had the most fun: I was cranky AND bored, so I didn't care who I upset - the more the better. I undid the belt that was around Jasmine's waist and then pulled it really tightly until she started to yell and Mum started to yell. I got thrown out of the trolley for that, so I ran over to the biscuit display and punched my fist down on a packet of biccies. Mum went all red and looked like she was about to blow up and float to the top of the ceiling, but she didn't. Instead she grabbed me by the arm and yanked me over to the check-out queue, where she expected me to wait. Ha! I ran back to the biscuits, but she caught me before I could touch them and shoved me ahead of her in the queue so I was caught in the aisle between the lady ahead and our trolley. Then Jazzie joined in when she realised that she could reach all the lollies beside her as well as the keypad with all the numbers. That worked in my favour because I got shunted out the end so Mum could pull Jazzie away from everything. I ran off and tried to open the freezer that had bags of ice in it, but I wasn't strong enough. Then I contemplated running back into the supermarket again when the swing door opened in front of me. I stood there thinking about it for a bit too long, though, because Mum finished paying for the food and rounded me up. She was looking like I shouldn't mess with her anymore, so I made do with sooking and whingeing all the way home.


Sunday, February 06, 2005
'Ladies and Gentleman! Start today is the Puppet Show!' I've been putting on puppet shows a few times a day for my family and anyone else who is around. After setting up chairs for everyone to sit on, I tuck myself behind the rocking chair with as many toys as I can fit with me and pop them up over the chair to talk. Usually I hold up, say, the fluffy rabbit, who says hello. Then I sort of run out of things to say so I launch the rabbit at my audience and find another toy and do it again. After that I offer my box of puppets to the audience so they can choose one to have. I start to lose the plot after that. But it's good fun!

Today, after my morning puppet show, Daddy and I went out together and bought a barbecue for my kinder. Then we came home, put it together and made sure it worked by cooking sausages on it for lunch. I didn't eat my sausage, but I think it worked okay.

Then we all walked to Over the Hills and Faraway Park to watch Jazz in the gardens. That was great fun! The most important thing to do once we got there was to buy an ice cream. I didn't mind waiting in the queue for ages to get my chocolate and mango ice cream in a cup. We settled on our blanket while we ate our ice creams; I think I sat there for a whole five minutes. Then Daddy, Jazzie and I went off exploring under the trees while the music was playing. There were lots of other kids there too. We found a magician doing tricks and I saw one of my kinder friends there. After a while we started off home. I had my scooter but I didn't want to scoot. I wailed to Dad, 'It's a bit hard', so he pushed me a while I stood on my scooter and I walked some of the way. I had to keep sitting down, I was so tired.

Now all I want to do is watch TV, but Mum is watching the cricket and won't let me. Maybe if I keep annoying Jazzie she'll let me...


Tuesday, February 01, 2005
I'm home from holidays and am happy about that. I loved our holiday, but I'm also loving just playing about the house with Jazzie. We love to play hide-and-seek, except she keeps coming out from her hiding spot too soon, and we love to curl up on my doona and couch in my bedroom and pretend to sleep. We especially love to play outside in the sandpit. Jasmine tips sand on her head and I mix it with water and throw it on the walls and windows. He he. I pretend to fall over and lie on the ground moaning, 'Jaz, will you help me up?' She says, 'Orright', and puts her hand under my head to help me up.

Just this week we've started seeing my friends again, plus I'm going back to kinder. We spent ages at Beckett Park yesterday afternoon with my friends and I was so happy to play with them. This morning we went to Tom's house to play and meet his new baby brother, Ben. We like the baby's name! Tom and I had a great time playing about and being rough with each other. Jazzie cries if I play like that with her, so I loved wrestling with Tom.

I can't wait to get back to kinder!


 

Taking in the view with Dad at Sandringham beach


A sort of preview birthday cake...(I turn 5 tomorrow!!!)


We're Dixie and Pumpy


Looooove the Kew Traffic School


We got you, Uncle Ad, now give up!


Are we too cool, or what?!


Watching the ducks on a breezy day...but nothing stops me from wearing my muscle shirt.


I'm not dizzy, no, no...


Whoaah!! Grampa made this for me!


Night-night, Mummy!



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